Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

Chapter 263 Arisa and Jealousy

Deep within the vast, dark forest, the moonlight was faint, barely penetrating the dense canopy.

The dappled light and shadow cast by the sun added an air of mystery to this enigmatic place.

In this forgotten land, an uneasy atmosphere permeated the air, as if even the wind was whispering.

"Who...who are you?!"

The man's voice trembled in the silence, each word seeming to be squeezed out by fear.

He glared angrily at the girl in front of him.

The girl wore an extremely gorgeous purple-red dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her light steps, like a spider lily blooming in the dark night, both alluring and dangerous.

She was tall and slender with a curvaceous figure and an exquisite face, yet she exuded an aloofness and arrogance that seemed unapproachable.

Beneath her feet lay a horrifying sight—a mass of corpses, silently recounting the horrific tragedy that had just transpired.

Their squad was originally scheduled to eliminate the goblins in the third area from the side of the nest.

Unexpectedly, I suddenly encountered the crazy woman in front of me on the way!

It was just that one of their men glanced at the woman!

"hey-hey……"

A crisp yet eerie laugh broke the silence; it was a soft murmur from the girl, Arisa.

She smiled gently, like a spring breeze brushing across an ice surface, yet carrying a chilling cold.

With her long, slender, and fair legs, she took a graceful step forward, each step seemingly leaving a faint afterimage in the air.

"Me..."

She spoke softly, her voice gentle yet full of magic. Her small, bloodstained hand inadvertently lifted her cheek, making her alluring face appear even more enchanting in the moonlight.

"Of course, she was just a pretty girl who happened to be passing by."

As she spoke, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, as if this killing was nothing more than a harmless game to her.

"asshole!"

The man's anger reached its peak instantly.

He roared, raised the gleaming blade in his hand, and charged toward Ariša with a heart full of anger and resentment.

However, his movements appeared clumsy in Arisa's eyes, as if they were in slow motion.

With a flash, she appeared beside the man like a ghost, her jet-black dagger "Other Shore" drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp "plop" sound rang out.

The man's body was instantly stained red with blood.

Although the wound was small, it was as if it had been torn apart by an invisible force, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the earth red.

The man's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground in disbelief, his life force suddenly extinguished.

Arisa brandished the black dagger, wiping away the bloodstains, her face expressionless, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

"As expected, these people are really boring."

"Boring and not beautiful"

She muttered to herself, her tone revealing an indescribable weariness.

She gently stroked her fair neck, a blush quickly rising to her cheeks as she recalled some profound memory.

"It's still that elf cub...it's so beautiful."

Her eyes became hazy and deep, as if she had returned to that moment when she was gently sucked by soft little mouths.

"Ah...that feeling...that sensation..."

Arisa hugged her frail body tightly, closed her eyes, and let those beautiful memories replay in her mind.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she were once again immersed in that intoxicating pleasure.

"I really want to do it again."

Arisa slowly opened her hazy eyes and looked into the darkness not far away.

"You seem to have encountered something good?"

A melodious and ethereal sound came from the darkness.

And that voice captivated Arisa.

Before that baby elf appeared, she was always her target!

"Of course, I had a lot of good things happen to me today, listen to me."

Arisa, upon seeing the newcomer, performed a knightly salute, placing her hands on her chest.

"Your Majesty the Jealous Monarch, President of the Beauty Society—"

Pfft!

Just as she was about to speak and share.

A slender, jade-like hand pierced through her chest, and blood trickled down her fingers.

Arisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at their handsome student council president, her eyes filled with jealousy.

Why?

"Surprised?"

There was a hint of coldness in his jealous tone.

"There is a little."

Arisa smiled gently, her eyes filled with love.

"Of course, if we can find a better location and then move the poaching to a different spot, that would be even better."

"You're still the same!"

His jealous gaze was cold; he didn't waste any more words with the infatuated woman before him.

"Didn't I already tell you?"

"No, don't try to harm my prey."

"Oh dear, Risa has no idea what the monarch is talking about."

Arisa playfully tapped her head and stuck out her tongue, looking absolutely adorable.

Of course, if you ignore the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, the prey you speak of, could it be me—pfft."

Arisa didn't finish her sentence before Jealousy withdrew her hand.

On his hand was a bright red heart, beating violently.

thump.

"Oh, it's red!"

Jealousy smirked, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I thought people like you were corrupt."

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"After all, she was a princess who betrayed her country and her people."

"Oh dear, what I did wasn't betrayal at all."

Arisa, barely able to support herself, stared up at Jealousy, her face deathly pale.

"After all, isn't His Majesty the Monarch also a powerful figure?"

"What does this mean? It means we're the same."

Arisa licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, making the pale lips in the distance appear a little more vibrant.

"So, do you want to do it?"

"Are you looking to die?"

boom!

A terrifying magical power erupted from Jealousy.

Brush brush!

One by one, magical threads appeared, suspending Arisa in the air. As the threads contracted, blood dripped continuously from Arisa's body.

"You really think I can't kill you?"

Jealousy raised her eyes and glared fiercely at Arisa.

"Your immortality skill doesn't mean you're absolutely immortal!"

"I have plenty of ways to kill you."

"I wouldn't dare."

Arisa remained obedient throughout.

"Risa, how could you not trust His Majesty?"

"snort!"

Jealousy glanced at her indifferently, left a single sentence, and turned to leave.

"Don't ever step onto the stage I've prepared again!"

I stared at the retreating figure of Jealousy.

Arisa could clearly feel the life force constantly slipping away.

Is he going to die again?

Arisa looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, one of which was particularly dazzling.

"So, where are we going next?"

She laughed to herself.

The process of waiting for death is so boring.

If only the monarch could just kill her.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour

As time continued to pass, Arisa suddenly realized that she couldn't die?

If you pay close attention, you can see that a small portion of the power emanating from the demonic threads is constantly repairing her body.

Yet another part of it was constantly causing destruction, making her feel as if she were being pierced by a thousand swords.

Although she had gotten used to it.

But is it because of habit that we didn't realize it?

She is now on the verge of death, and with little strength, she cannot break free from the lines, nor can she even commit suicide.

"Hahahahaha!"

Arisa suddenly burst into laughter.

"That's fantastic."

"That's amazing."

"This feeling is wonderful."

"Indeed, Your Majesty is truly captivating."

So.

Is there a prince who can come and rescue the princess who is bound?

Who is it?

Arisa gazed expectantly at the starry sky.

Counting the countless stars.

(End of this chapter)